All of The Mount Series are set in different
cities, and the character of the cities can’t help but colour the story being
told and the spirit of The Mount within that city. As I thought about the major
differences between The Initiation of Ms
Holly and Fulfilling the Contract,
it hit me that maybe the biggest difference between the two is a visual one.
While the whole theme of Holly centres around the love you CAN’T see, Fulfilling the Contract is a voyeur’s
tale, centring around the potential lover you CAN see, but can’t TOUCH.

The Initiation of
Ms Holly
begins in total darkness, and continues with the use of masks and blindfolds so
that Rita Holly never sees Edward’s face. This lack of face time allows for a
different kind of intimacy, one that demands a deeper level of trust in one’s
lover. Here’s an example.

“There, you see? It’s
not so bad being in the dark, is it? The other senses are too often overlooked,
which is very sad, since they offer such exquisite delights.” His hand moved up
to cup her cheek, and he raked a thumb across her still parted lips. “Taste,
for example. Few pleasures exceed that of the tongue.”

She heard him fumbling
in the darkness, then she heard the rattling of foil. ‘Open your mouth,’ he
whispered. “I have something that’ll make you feel better, guaranteed. Oh don’t
worry, it’s nothing illegal.”

Reluctantly she opened
her mouth, which he primed with a wet kiss, then slipped a chocolate truffle
between her lips. It was covered liberally in cocoa and warmed exquisitely
almost, but not quite to the steamy melting point of his body temperature,
which only enhanced the sharp, edgy flavor that separates expensive chocolate
from the cheap stuff.

Rita’s feelings for Edward develop without her
ever having seen his face, and the frustration that comes from knowing a lover
but never seeing him is a fantastic and very erotic playground for me as a
writer and for my readers.

Fulfilling the
Contract,
on the other hand, is all about the passive act of watching, of experiencing
someone else’s intimacy without all that messy involvement. And of course in
any voyeuristic experience, there’s the added excitement of seeing what isn’t
really intended for your eyes. In fact, Mount Vegas sells exclusive voyeuristic
fantasies all viewed from the safe distance of the windows of luxury hotel
suites. Fulfilling the Contract is about what happens when watching from a
safe distance is no longer enough.

Elsa tossed the headset
back onto the dressing table and rubbed the back of her neck. ‘Mr Chase, unless
you want to fulfil Tanya’s contract for her, this conversation is over. It’s
been a long day, and I’ve had enough. Pagan will escort the two of you back
downstairs and since Tanya no longer works for me, I don’t care if you fuck her
brains out. Now if you’d --’

‘Alright,’ Nick
interrupted. ‘I will.’

Suddenly all eyes were
on him. ‘Tell me what to do and I’ll fulfil the contract for her. After all,
it’s my fault she’s in breach.’

Tanya gave a little yelp
that sounded like a kitten in distress and Elsa laughed out loud. ‘Mr Chase,
you don’t even know what Tanya’s contract involves.’

‘I assume it has
something to do with what’s going on in room 2031. It’s not prostitution is it?’

‘No! No, is not
prostitution,’ Tanya said, the excitement nearly vibration through her voice.
‘Is nothing like that.’

She nodded him over to
one of the scopes set up at the bedroom window. When he balked, she nodded
again. ‘Go ahead; check out what’s going on in room 2031.’

Nick nearly knocked the
scope out of focus at his first view of the naked ass of a man pistoning his
cock into a woman bent over a big bed. Her head was buried between the legs of
another woman, who was pinching her own nipples for all she was worth and
writhing beneath the serious tongue action.

‘Then they are
prostitutes.’ Nick’s voice was suddenly a whisper, as though he feared he might
disturb the people he viewed through the scope.

‘No.’ Elsa leaned close
to him as though she could see over his shoulder. ‘They all work for me, and
they get paid a lot of money to have sex with each other while someone else
watches.’

With difficulty, Nick
took his eyes off what was going on in the scope. He suddenly felt dizzy. ‘Let
me get this straight, these people --’ he nodded around the room ‘-- All of
these people and those --’ he pointed to the scope ‘—have sex with each other
and people pay money to watch.’

Elsa nodded ‘A lot of
money.’

‘And that’s what Tanya
was doing? That’s what the contract’s about, having sex and letting people
watch?’

‘That’s what the
contract’s about,’ Elsa said. With a smirk, she pulled Tanya’s red panties out
of Nick’s pocket where he’d forgotten he’d stuffed them after he’d picked them
up from the parking lot at the Mango. She handed them back to Tanya and
replaced them with a black business card, briskly patting his pocket as she did
so. ‘I know how much you loath your job, Mr Chase, and I can almost guarantee
you’d find what Tanya does a lot more satisfying. But --’ she ran a hand down
and gave his crotch a quick grope ‘-- It takes some serious balls.’

He elbowed her away and
shoved past Tanya and Pagan. ‘You people are all crazy if you think I would …
if you think I might …’

Elsa offered him a smile
that he felt, much to his discomfort, right down between his legs. Then she
lifted an eyebrow and gave a shrug that made the dark gloss of her hair shimmer
in the subdued lighting. ‘You asked.’

That was it. With his
heart hammering and his cock shoving at his fly, he fled the suite with Tanya
wailing behind him, ‘please Nick! Please don’t let her do this to me. Please
Nick!’

What both novels have in common is the evolution
of intimacy. Intimacy both entices us and terrifies us, and there’s no denying
the association of sexual intimacy with what we see as well as what we can
touch. The eyes almost always lead the way to lust. But what happens if we
can’t use the eyes? How does intimacy develop? And what happens if the view is
all of intimacy that we’re allowed? Both The
Initiation of Ms Holly and Fulfilling
the Contract are studies in intimacy and how he intimacy we develop depends
on what we see.

About
K D Grace/Grace Marshall

K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really
IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she
is, otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s
not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about
it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with
several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate
to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial
arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.

Thursday, 27 February 2014

If you’re eager to get your hands on some more Raw Talent goodness, then your wait is over. Lucy and I, as well as being co-authors and good friends, are also part of The Brit Babes. The Brit Babes just released their own anthology for FREE and within that anthology is a story called End Result, a sports romance erotic short story about a football (soccer) player and his fiancée. I’m not saying any more as it’ll give it away!

So anyway, here’s the skinny on Sexy Just Walked Into Town, which has lots of seriously sexy content, as well as that Raw Talent short story to whet your appetite ready for the next release… watch this space.

* * * *

Sexy Just Walked Into Town is a collection of delicious erotic and romantic stories from the Brit Babes. These eight British authors have put together a book of tales to tease and tantalise you, each one a sample of the individual Babes’ voices and styles. You’ll find contemporary, BDSM, same-sex loving, ménage a trois, paranormal, sporty, military, Rubenesque and more. There’s something to suit everyone here including a few Brit Babe collaborations.

Ranging from sweetly vanilla to so-hot-it-will-blow-your-mind, the Brit Babes aim to please in every literary fantasy department. Their heroes are strong, determined and soul-achingly divine and their heroines sassy, sexy and not afraid to grab what they want. Passion and pleasure is the name of the game, romance and raunch a top priority and it all comes with a delightful sprinkle of kink.

With a whole host of awards, best-sellers and accolades between them, the Babes just know you’ll find something in this anthology that will keep you turning the pages and squirming on your seat. Then, if you like what you read here, check out the individual authors’ websites to investigate their collection of published works. Also visit the Brit Babes’ home on the web which acts as a library for the hundreds of books published by them. Tell your friends, spread the word, because one thing you can be sure of, is when the Brit Babes arrive, sexy has just walked into town!

I just finished reading the new Coming Together collection Coming Together:
Through the Storm, edited by Nicole Gestalt. This charitable anthology,
which features some fabulous stories, benefits the victims of last November's
devastating typhoon in the Philippines. The theme of the book is sex and
weather, and let me tell you, the contributions include a lot of both –
tornadoes, northeasters, hurricanes, wet sex, muddy sex, kinky sex, rubber sex
– well, you get the idea, right? So go buy the book and
kill two birds with one stone – turn yourself on and help the less fortunate!

As it happens, my latest erotic romance also features the
conjunction of sex and weather. Like the collection above, Rough Weather
brings to life the thrill of a storm, the electric excitement one experiences
when face with nature's power, the fear of losing control to the raw
elements.

My heroine
Ondine has always felt at home in the sea.
Orphaned at birth and raised by her grandmother on the island of Martha’s
Vineyard, she has never really questioned her extraordinary affinity for the
watery world. She concentrates on her work as a marine biologist, spends her
weekends relaxing among the waves and worries about human threats to her
beloved ocean environment. Fears of a deadly pregnancy like her mother’s make
her cautious about sex.

When she encounters an attractive but
arrogant engineer on her private beach, surveying the site for a prospective
off-shore wind farm, anger is her first reaction. A casual touch, however,
transforms that emotion to incomprehensible, irresistible, terrifying lust.

Ebony-skinned Marut has his own talents—aside
from his uncanny ability to swamp Ondine with desire. He can control the winds
and summon storms. He informs Ondine that they share a supernatural heritage
and claims she is his destined mate. She responds with skepticism and tries to
resist the charismatic Haitian, but ultimately her scientist’s training won’t
permit her to deny the evidence of her senses—and her heart.

In writing this tale, I tried to capture the
feeling of the New England setting, where weather is a constant preoccupation.
(You know the old saying, right? If you don't like the weather, wait ten
minutes!)It's more lyrical and less raw
than some of my stories, although it does have a bit of bondage.(I couldn't resist...)

Anyway, I have a brand new excerpt to share
with you here at Lily's today. If you're looking for something more explicit,
check the snippet on my website.

I want to thank Lily for having me as her
guest. Rough Weather is available now from Totally Bound. Plus, if you leave a
comment here on this post, with your email address, you might win your very own
copy of the book! Tell me about any experiences you've had with sex and weather.
And in return, I might share some of mine ;^)

****

The winds of the northeaster still howled around them, but
the surging ocean calmed, bit by bit. Gentle undulations rocked their bodies.
She rolled Marut onto his back, her arm across his chest, and prepared to tow
him to land.

“Uh—uch!” Racked by a fit of violent coughing, he sank
beneath the surface for an instant. She hauled him up into the air and he
twisted in her grasp, struggling to see her face. “Ah…uch…Ondine? Oh, thanks be
to the loas! You’re here!”

“Don’t move! You’re injured, maybe badly…” She tried to flip
him into a back float once more, but he squirmed like a snake in her arms.

“The storm…the plane… I had to get home to you…”

“Hush! Save your strength…let me…”

The wind snatched the words from her lips. Leaving the water
behind, she rose on a pillar of air, cradled in Marut’s arms. He murmured
endearments as they flew higher, covering her face with kisses. The gale
swirling around them stole his words too, but she felt every one.

Now they were among the clouds, enmeshed in darkness with
lightning crackling around them. Electric currents rippled through her flesh,
awakening her senses. Marut’s eyes glowed with inner fire. He released her in
order to tear off his tattered clothing, yet still the winds bore her up as
steady as the waves below. Exhilaration and joy drove out any hint of fear. In
perfect trust, Ondine surrendered to the prince of air.

The first brush of skin on skin kindled lust so fierce she
nearly lost consciousness. Her body liquefied, vaporised, vanished among the
fire-streaked clouds. Marut surrounded and invaded her, taking possession of
his mate. More than willing, she welcomed him, opening both her body and her
mind.

It was her dream come to life, but more intense, more powerful, more
transcendent, because Ondine had abandoned the struggle against her nature and
her destiny. He was her destiny, this hard-muscled, virile, tender man
who could command the winds. As she was his.

About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She
began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old
and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials,
scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help
books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots
of erotica and erotic romance – more than fifty single author titles, plus
dozens of short stories in various erotic anthologies, including the Lambda
winner Where the Girls Are and the IPPIE Best Erotic Book of 2011, Carnal
Machines. Her gay scifi erotic romance Quarantine won a Rainbow
Awards 2012 Honorable Mention.

Lisabet has more degrees than anyone would ever need, from
prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed
by her chosen genre.She has traveled
widely and currently lives in Southeast Asia with her indulgent husband and two
exceptional felines, where she pursues an alternative career that is completely
unrelated to her creative writing.

Monday, 24 February 2014

It's coming soon, I promise. Bite Mark featuring sassy female butcher Beatrice, and her two seriously sexy vampires Aimery and Ryle and all set in cold, damp London.

And just so all you junkies of the paranormal are fully informed, I'm just about to submit the sequel, Claw Mark, to Ellora's Cave. Claw Mark features a couple of hot shifters, Isaac and Caleb. Oh, I've had such fun with these boys and Beatrice is one very lucky lady…

My heart felt as though it had flipped, my stomach clenched and I flicked the stove to simmer to keep the mushroom risotto I’d cooked warm.

Finally, after two weeks away, my Jack was home.

I dashed across the kitchen, straightening the cutlery on the table set for two as I went, and careened into the hallway.

Would he have me there, straight away? Bend me over the cabinet holding our holiday photographs and plunder his needy, greedy cock straight into my arse?

I hoped so.

Perhaps he’d just kiss me, sweetly at first then ravenously, hungrily until we could take it no more, before he’d push me to my knees and have me suck on his gloriously thick cock until he came in a rush?

That would be good too.

Or maybe we’d dash upstairs, strip, and leap into the shower. He liked me to fuck him in the shower, loved the water slipping around my cock and onto his balls as I penetrated him, so he said.

I’d be up for that. In fact my dick already was.

“Hey, Jack, I’ve...” My words trailed off and my steps faltered.

Jack was not alone.

He stood, in his casual gear—thick boots, mud-brown combats and a tight black T-shirt—side-by-side a man in identical clothing.

A man I recognised as Slider, Jack’s long-term friend and fellow officer.

Their stances were mirror image. Feet apart, hands on hips, heads stooped slightly because of the low beams in the cottage hallway. The way their clothes hugged their sleekly defined muscles also matched perfectly.

The only difference was Jack wore a hat, a peaked cap, hiding his super-short crop cut, while Slider didn’t. His stubbly short hair was visible.

“Oh,” I said. “We have company. Hi, Slider. How are you?”

“Been a long time, Ken.” Slider nodded, his lips remaining in a tight line, his face as weathered and serious as I remembered it to be.

“Yes, it has.” I glanced at Jack, silently asking why he hadn’t let me know he was bringing a soldier friend.

Jack gave the smallest shrug and I remembered that he hadn’t taken his mobile phone, as was often the case.

“Yes,” I said, “it must be a couple of years since you visited, but it’s great to see you. I have plenty of dinner. Jack is always ravenous when he gets home.” But usually ravenous for me, I added silently, feeling hugely disappointed that I wouldn’t be getting up close and personal with the cabinet to my left, or dashing up to the shower to plunder Jack’s horny arse.

“I am,” Jack said, dropping the black canvas bag he was holding with a thump and stepping up to me. “Very hungry.”

He curled his hand around the back of my head, encasing my crown in his big palm, and leant down, his lips hovering above mine.

“And I’ve missed you,” he said, sinking his fingers into my long strands of hair. “So fucking much I could kill something.”

I gasped, pressed my hands over his chest and lost myself in his dark, dangerous eyes that were shadowed by his cap.

He never gave in to public displays of affection.

Ever.

It just wasn’t Jack.

“Killing is perhaps a bit extreme,” I managed as a tumble of lust rolled in my stomach.

The look he was giving me—it was that dominant, determined glint that made me want to obey, submit, fold to the floor.

His lips twitched, kind of a smile, then he kissed me. Not just a peck but a hard, passion-infused mating of mouths. His tongue searched for mine, thick, wet and insistent. Our lips moved firmly against each other and his breaths blew onto my cheek.

Eventually he paused for air and smiled down at me properly. “That hasn’t even begun to take the edge off my needs but it’ll do for now.”

“Ah, damn it, what the hell are you doing to me back there...?” His voice broke off.

I continued with my questing fingers, rubbing the silky skin between his balls and his
arse and with each slide round just teasing his anus. His firm cheeks clenched but then he
spread his legs and I had even better access to his most private place.

“Emma...” he gasped, tightening his hold on my hair.

My scalp complained at the sting but I didn’t; I sent the sensation down my body, to
my nipples, hard and tight, and then on to my clit, which was aching for stimulation. Feeling
high and also daring, I settled my index finger over his arsehole and exerted a steady pressure
in the very centre. My slow, gentle action was a stark contrast to the busy movements of my
other hand on his balls and my mouth slurping on his cock.

“Fuck, did I tell you to do that...?” He suddenly stilled, completely. His cock bloated
in my mouth and a tremble from his thighs shivered into me.

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